Page 363 of Romeo

Her shoulders suddenly went still.

“You know I can feel you staring at me, right?”

I smiled into my coffee. “Can you?”

She glanced over her shoulder, and the blush started before she even caught my expression. It swept across her cheeks and down her throat, which only made the memories in my head considerably less appropriate for breakfast.

“Jasper.”

“What?”

“You’re being creepy.”

“I’m admirin’ my wife.”

“You’ve been admiring my ass for five minutes.”

“Six.” I looked toward the clock on the wall as if confirming it. “Maybe seven.”

She turned back to the counter, but not before I saw her fighting a smile. “You have issues.”

“Several. You married all of them.”

“I’m beginning to realize that.”

“Too late now, Ma Belle. Father Benoit witnessed the whole thing.”

“So did half of Rosewood when they barged in.”

I grinned. “Still think Granny planned that timin’.”

“She absolutely did not.”

“She waited until the objection part.”

“That was coincidence.”

“Baby, your grandmother flies around in a private jet and terrifies grown men for sport. Ain’t nothin’ that woman does that’s coincidence.”

Fiona laughed softly and shook her head while she finished cutting whatever she had decided counted as breakfast. I watched her carry the plate toward the table, and when she leaned across me to put it down, I caught her around the waist.

She squeaked and grabbed my shoulders. “Jasper.”

“What?”

“You know exactly what.”

I pulled her between my knees and rested my hands against the backs of her thighs. “I was just thinkin’ about how much I appreciate this shirt.”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Because it belongs to you?”

“Because there ain’t much of it.”

The blush deepened.

I fucking loved that too.

Nearly two weeks alone with me and she could still initiate things that would make a lesser man see God, then turn pink because I mentioned her bare legs.